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Brakes on |
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Brakes on |
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The car is running empty |
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Brakes on brakes on |
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The car is runnin' empty |
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Downhill |
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Head on |
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This crash is comin' slowly |
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Downhill |
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Head on |
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This crash is comin' slowly |
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Move |
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Or watch the slow death of your way of life |
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There's a science to fear |
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It plagues my mind |
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And it keeps us right here |
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And it keeps us here |
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My ears |
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My eyes |
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My brain is slowly bustin' |
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Black smoke |
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Red sky |
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The television's sayin' |
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Downhill |
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Head on another crash is comin' |
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Downhill |
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Head on another crash is comin' |
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Move |
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Or watch the murder of you way of life |
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There's a science to fear |
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It plagues my mind |
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And it keeps us right here |
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And the less we know |
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The more we sit still |
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My baby's stuck on a road |
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That leads to nowhere |
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Nowhere, nowhere, nowhere, nowhere |
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Brakes on |
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Brakes on |
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Brakes on |
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Brakes on |
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Brakes on |
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There's a science to fear |
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It plagues my mind |
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And it keeps us right here |
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And the less we know |
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The more we sit still, sit still |
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My baby's stuck on a road |
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That leads to nowhere |
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Nowhere, nowhere, nowhere, nowhere |
